Stroked by my Dad's Best FriendA Billionaire Secret Baby Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  “That makes me your guest,” she replied as she continued unzipping his fly. “Wow!” She couldn’t take her eyes off of it as sudden panic gripped her. How the devil was she going to take it all in?

  He met her look with a challenging one. “I was hoping to do this in bed. Yours, preferably. I... aah!”

  She straddled his legs and began rubbing herself against his massive shaft. Despite being on top of him, she still had to look up to meet his surprised gaze. “Sorry, but it’s been a while. And my tour isn’t over, yet.”

  She pulled his head down so she could get at his mouth again and she wasn’t gentle about it. Grabbing the back of his head, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, fucking it as she slid against his hot cock, lubing it as best she could with her own juices. She was so close.

  Arnaud’s dick throbbed against her vagina and she couldn’t take it anymore. Breaking off their kiss, she held his manhood in place as she lowered herself on its tip, pinning it in place as she tried to relax. His quick, heavy breaths fell on her as she steadied herself for the plunge.

  She swallowed his tip then stopped. Wide though his engorged corona was, the rest of him was even thicker. Letting go, she put both hands on his shoulder and looked at his face. His eyes were closed in ecstasy.

  “Look at me,” she huskily ordered him.

  He opened his eyes as they passed a streetlight, letting her see their color. It was like sunlight splashing on water. Keeping his gaze pinned on hers, she slowly lowered herself, delighting again in the familiar ache of a man entering her.

  Arnaud’s eyes narrowed into slits as he gritted his teeth, his nostrils flared as his breathing became shallower. Amanda liked that. She could no longer see the color of his eyes, but she didn’t need to.

  Breathing hard, she finally took the rest of him in, thrilling at the feel of his lap beneath her. She felt stretched to the limit and close to exploding. When she felt relaxed enough, she pulled herself up, riding his slippery shaft back to the top.

  Getting back down was easier. She had gotten used to his width. It was exactly what she’d been waiting for. Gripping his shoulders tighter, Amanda rode up one more time before slamming herself down that pole. His eyes gaped at her.

  Not that Amanda noticed. She was in a frenzy, desperate to climax. He was perfect in every way, even his prick curved upward – the perfect angle to hit her g-spot with. And he was hairy. The smooth pelt of his stomach rubbed against her clit as she rode him, tangling in her wet petals as she heaved and strained against him.

  Paris swept by around them, but neither noticed. Guillaume kept his eyes on the road, though his mind was distracted by what he knew was happening behind him. It wasn’t that he could hear them, only that the car swayed and bounced as he drove, which had nothing to do with the condition of the city’s streets.

  Arnaud stiffened and moaned as he exploded into her tight, warm wetness, but Amanda didn’t notice. It hurt in a good way as she continued bouncing on his shaft and rubbing herself against the thick pelt of his abs.

  Her orgasm hit with such intensity, her scream punched through the black glass partition into the driver’s side. The car swerved left and right before righting itself again. Arnaud’s rod dove left and right into her fevered tightness, setting off a new set of explosions deep inside her.

  Long minutes later, Amanda wheezed. “That was amazing!”

  Arnaud couldn’t talk. He came twice inside her and was exhausted.

  On the other side of the glass, Guillaume couldn’t wait to get home to Marie.

  *****

  “You’re grinning, did you know?” Savitri said as Amanda joined her on their customary bench.

  They still had another fifteen minutes to go before work started, so they felt very relaxed. Amanda nodded as she accepted the steaming thermos cup Savitri handed her.

  The smell of spices in the strong, milky chai hit her with a memory of home. Nothing’s more British than Indian food and drink, after all. Fortunately, it was just a memory of home that hit her, not the crushing pain that usually came with it.

  “Screw the French,” Amanda said as she raised the thermos cup. “But in a good way,” she added after finishing her drink.

  The women looked guiltily around to make sure none of their colleagues were within earshot. Meeting each other’s gaze, they giggled like schoolgirls for long minutes.

  “If I didn’t know better,” Savitri finally managed. “I’d say you were morning gloried.” Her smile suggested that she wasn’t making a suggestion.

  Amanda couldn’t help grinning.

  “Was it that aristocratic bloke you met last night? The one you spewed all over?”

  “Wait. Did you say aristocratic?”

  “Yup. That I did. You really know how to pick ‘em, girl. Nice one.”

  “As in... nobility?”

  “Du Lac.” Savitri took another sip of her chai. “It means ‘of the lake,’ or something like that. Oh, I’m so happy for you, Mandy. It’s about time. I was afraid you’d become a virgin, again.”

  It was an old joke between them: that if someone didn’t have sex for a year, then technically, they reverted back to a state of virginity.

  “So,” Savitri continued. “You seeing him again?”

  “Nope.” Amanda sighed, still digesting the information that she’d made out with a genuine nobleman. “We didn’t exchange numbers or anything like that. Just a bang for me before dropping me off.”

  “A bang for you? I assume he got a bang, as well?”

  Amanda chuckled. “When I said ‘bang,’ I was referring to his size.”

  Savitri was very impressed. “Pity you didn’t get his number. I wouldn’t mind a service oriented man every now and then. Just as well. That sort don’t really mingle with the likes of us, do they?”

  “Nope,” Amanda agreed, surprised at how disappointing that realization felt. Arnaud wasn’t her first one night stand, after all. “No they don’t mingle with our sort... what is it, Sav?”

  Her friend looked uncomfortable. “Please don’t hate me, but... you’re really ok? No more thoughts of you-know-who?”

  Amanda took a deep breath and thought about it. She looked around her at the lush garden surrounding their compound and felt at peace. The fact that she’d gotten what was probably the best sex she’d had in a while helped.

  Turning to her, she smiled. “I’m so over that loser, Sav. God, I’m so over him. I think it happened the moment I got here. So thanks again for getting me this job.”

  “I didn’t get you anything, luv. I simply helped. I knew getting you out of London would do the trick. I still wanna kill that bastard, though.”

  Amanda smiled. “He’s not worth it.”

  “Yeah, but it’d sure feel good, hey?”

  “Not worth the sweat involved.”

  “Now that, my luv, is a sign that you’re well and truly over him. Good girl! Now, let’s go in and start earning our paychecks. Lunch at the usual?”

  Amanda nodded then hugged her friend before heading off to her department.

  Chapter 3

  "llo?"

  Guillaume sighed at the sound of her voice, but there was no time to flirt as he watched Arnaud zoom down the driveway in his Porsche Boxster. Fortunately, he had good news: “L'oiseau vole au nord.”

  ‘Oh, thank goodness,” was Marie’s reply.

  “But I’m not taking him today. He’s coming in all by himself.”

  Marie paused and bit her lip. “So she’s going out? You sure?”

  “Making her way out the door as I speak,” Guillaume said. “I have to go. Love you!”

  “Love you more,” Marie replied.

  Hanging up, she yelled out the day’s most important announcement, “The bird is flying north, everyone. I repeat: the bird is flying north!”

  Relief flooded the entire office and everyone breathed easier. Everything would be alright. There’d be no Mr. du Lac breathing down everyone’s neck and demanding absolute
perfection... or else. Beside her, Olivie let out an audible “woof” and twirled in her office chair as she pumped the air with her arms.

  But not Marie. She sat quietly at her desk, her cellphone still held against her ear as she stared off into space. She hoped everything would be alright with Guillaume. That all depended on Sophie, of course. Not even Olivie knew, and that was as it should be, for Sophie was an extremely delicate and sensitive matter.

  Arnaud arrived about an hour later, proving Guillaume to be absolutely trustworthy, as always. The bird was not just in a good mood, he was in a rare, fantastic one.

  “Bonjour, Mr. du Lac,” said the woman at reception as she stood up ramrod straight.

  “Bonjour, madame,” Arnaud replied with a smile. “Lovely morning, non?”

  “Eh... ah...” The woman looked out the floor-length windows of the reception and saw the light drizzle and heavy clouds which promised heavy thunderstorms. “Eh, yes, Mr. du Lac. Lovely morning, indeed,” she said in her best deadpan expression.

  “I love the rain,” Arnaud practically hummed. “Washes away all the dirt and waters all the parks in our fair city.” He segued into a hum and a smile as he headed off toward the elevators.

  “It’s a trick!” said the other receptionist as soon as the elevators shut behind him. “Ooh, we’d better be careful. I bet you it’s a trick!”

  Instead of responding, the first woman called Marie. “I think there’s something wrong. The bird actually said ‘hi’ to us and hummed.”

  “He hummed?” Marie squawked, forgetting for a moment what the word meant.

  “Hummed,” the receptionist replied. “As in hmm-hmm-hmmm!”

  “Oh dear.”

  “But what does it mean, Marie?”

  “No idea. Stay tuned,” and she hung up.

  She was about to call Guillaume for an explanation, but the elevator chime told her the bird had arrived. Olivie sat up straight and did her best to look busier than usual while Marie grabbed her appointment book and stood up to greet her boss. “Bon...”

  “Bonjour, Marie,” Arnaud hummed. “Olivie? How are you today?”

  Olivie gulped, surprised he even knew her name. He usually only spoke to Marie. Was this some kind of a trick? A trap? Terrified, she looked at Marie in a panic. Marie’s response was to wave an encouraging hand at the shocked assistant while silently mouthing, bonjour!

  “Eh... b-b-bonjour, Mr. du Lac... uhmmm...”

  Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Marie began reading out an itinerary to distract him from Olivie’s barely coherent mumbling as they entered his office. Just before she shut the door behind her, she managed a final warning glare at Olivie that said, stop panicking!

  *****

  “Amanda?” the young trainee said as she popped her head into the lab.

  Amanda loved the way the French pronounced her name: Ah-maan-DAH, with a nasalized “n” and the stress always on the last syllable. “Yes, Nanette?” she replied.

  “You have a visitor in the lobby,” Nanette said by way of explanation before popping her head back out the door.

  Probably Sav, Amanda thought as she looked at the clock. It was lunchtime. Taking off her lab coat and gloves, she made her way to the lobby, wondering why her friend was there. They usually met at their bench before making their way to lunch.

  “A gentleman to see you,” said the receptionist, gesturing with his chin before looking back down at his screen.

  She turned in the direction that he had pointed to and gaped.

  “I was hoping you’d have lunch with me,” said Arnaud as he walked up to her.

  She was amazed at just how happy she was to see him. She was also amazed just to see him there. What came out, instead, was, “Arnaud!? The hell are you doing here?”

  His slight, cocky grin fell as he stopped. “I’m sorry, I should have called. But I didn’t know how to reach you by phone.”

  Amanda imagined shooting herself in the head as she smiled. “Yes. We were too tired to exchange numbers, weren’t we?” she replied teasingly. “I’d love to have lunch with you, but I already have a date. But you’re welcome to join us. Come on,” she gestured to the main door as she made her way to it, not bothering to wait for him.

  Trying to put a brave face on, he followed. “A date? Already?”

  “What do you mean, ‘already?’”

  He shrugged.

  “After lunch, I’m going back to work, not having desert with you in the car, kapish?” Amanda stopped. “Which reminds me... is it true? Are you really a nobleman?”

  “I’m a du Lac. My family goes way back. Not that it matters today. I mean in this day and age.”

  “It doesn’t, no. Which is why I’m treating for lunch. Come on, then. Sav hates to be kept waiting.”

  “Sav?”

  Savitri got to their bench just as Amanda did and was equally surprised to see Arnaud. “Well, well, well... if it isn’t his majesty! Eh... should I bow?”

  “Sav!”

  “And how should we address you? Duke? Earl? Baron?”

  “Madame,” Arnaud said as he made an exaggerated bow. “That isn’t necessary.” Privately, he was relieved that Amanda’s date wasn’t with another man. “And simply Arnaud, will do. So ladies, where to? My car awaits.”

  Savitri grinned, “We’ll walk if you don’t mind, Simply Arnaud. It’s just around the corner.”

  Arnaud put on his best smile even though he was a little annoyed. He wasn’t used to being treated so casually, but if putting up with the Indian woman’s flippant attitude was what it took to spend time with Amanda, then so be it.

  Savitri was right when she said it was just around the corner. The place was a small Indian restaurant that sat barely twenty people, but it was clean, Spartan, and quiet. It had none of the garish colors and annoying Bollywood music many played on tinny speakers.

  Arnaud was surprised. He thought he knew the area well, but he’d never even noticed this place. “How long has this been here?” he asked Savitri.

  “This is the start of our fourth year,” said the European woman who handed them their menus.

  He turned to her. “You own this place?”

  “My husband and I. He does the cooking. He’s Indian,” she explained defensively, anxious to prove that the food was genuine.

  “It is genuine,” Savitri said in the woman’s defense. “Trust me, I’d know. This is Lisa, by the way. Lisa, this is Arnaud du...”

  “Arnaud,” he cut her off. “I like your place, Lisa. It’s beautiful.”

  Lisa beamed, pleased at having had her establishment’s credentials confirmed by what was obviously a bona fide Indian. “I hope you’ll like the food, as well.”

  “Oh he will, Lisa,” Savitri insisted. Having ordered the food, she smirked at Arnaud. “I’m dying to know all about you.”

  “So am I,” Amanda added. “You know what we do, so let’s start there. What do you do?”

  “Ladies, this isn’t fair. It’s two against one.”

  “You can take it,” Amanda insisted. Suddenly realizing how else that could be understood as, she blushed. “I mean...”

  Arnaud grinned.

  “Perhaps I should have mine for takeout?” the Indian woman suggested.

  “No!” Arnaud protested, though he thought it was a great idea.

  Amanda shook her head emphatically despite thinking the same thing he was. “We girls have to stick together. So, Arnaud. What do you do? You do work, don’t you?”

  “Yes. I own several businesses. Mostly construction, but I also trade in precious metals.”

  Savitri nodded. “Busy man, you are. Impressive. So, how’s business given the lousy state of the economy?”

  Arnaud sighed and the women exhaled in sympathy, despite not knowing the details. To his surprise, he was actually enjoying himself. He wasn’t used to being treated and spoken to so informally. His employees were all terrified of him, while most of his social equals tended to be more serious. Still
others kept their conversations limited mostly to business. That people could be genuinely interested in him was something new.

  Despite France’s avowed republican ideals, the aristocracy was still something that fascinated the average French man and woman. When they heard his surname, most still tended to automatically fawn over him.

  It was Amanda’s turn. “And where do you work?” At his reply, both women sat up straight. “But that’s just down the street from us! And you still took a car to visit us??”

  “I was hoping to take you to a restaurant a little further.”

  Savitri sighed. “Now I really think I should have my lunch for takeout.”

  “Absolutely not,” Amanda insisted.

  “No,” Arnaud piped in. “Please eat with us. Amanda’s treating me.” That, too, was something he was grappling with. It had never happened before.

  “Never let it be said that I’ve never wined and dined royalty,” Amanda beamed.

  He groaned. “Could we please stop with the royalty thing?”

  “Yes, your majesty,” Savitri said with a straight face, her palms joined together before her. “As you wish.”

  Amanda couldn’t resist, either. “Agreed, your worshipful lordship.” She twirled a napkin before her as she made a bow.

  Arnaud sighed, leaned forward, and lightly banged his head on the table as the women laughed. “Someone kill me, please,” he moaned.

  They all laughed.

  *****

  Arnaud stepped into his building humming an off key tune with a slight smile on his lips.

  “Bonjour, Mr. du Lac,” the severe-looking head receptionist said almost tentatively.

  “Bonjour, madame.” Instead of heading straight to the elevators, he stopped, turned, and approached the front desk.

  The women behind the counter gulped. “Yes, monsieur?” the head receptionist asked, doing her best to hide her nervousness while the two others with her gaped.

  “Madame, how long have you worked here, may I ask?” He bent down to look at her breasts; or so it looked that way. “Tiberghien? Madame Tiberghien?”

  The woman, who’d stood to greet her boss, swayed on her feet as she nodded. Despite stringent laws that protected employees in France, Arnaud fired people at whim and got away with it. There had been two terminations in the last year, alone, both of which happened when the bird flew south.